Since posting last night, I’ve had an email stream from a number of friends, family, colleagues and e-buddies. Many are just tuning in to what is going on. Many do not understand the larger context of what is going on. Given that the Karagoz puppet troupe inside my brain can read my thoughts, they woke me up from my pain-medicine induced nap with the clattering and banging of pots and pans – much like what the Istanbullus have been doing…